Slam poetry
That was his game.
Sex, chastity, war, peace, it was all the same.
Ponies say it ain’t respectable.
But hell, all kinds of foods are delectable.
So why not music?
All the hate and all the dissin’.
Why not love and kissin’
That was his lament of sorts. Prodigious Twilight Sparkle couldn’t care less for his literature. But what about hers was so great? It was just another form of communication, and his audience wasn’t those snooty types. So how could they decide that his art was somehow inferior? That was okay too. Because regardless, he had a lot of fun doing what he was doing, and obviously other people did too.
He was also the manly man, the cool dude on the block, so to say. One that had the attention of other manly men, who wanted to be a manly man, just like him. Except, that meant the mares were just shy of getting to want to know him. Okay, maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration, but still, he had to substitute in his pillow sometimes, cuz he got his urges too.
His pillow was a custom made affair with the softest pegasus down and silk casing. It had a lifetime warranty, and on it was the picture of his ideal girl. It was his best pillow, and also a closely guarded secret. What would they think if they saw he had a pillow like this one? He would become a laughing stock in a matter of seconds. Yet this secret ate at him. He couldn’t be the only one with this sort of thing. Sure, they probably couldn’t afford the same kind of pillow, but they had to have something like this right?
He could see them now, jerking off to their pillows, just like him. One hoof stroke after another. Gotta treat that weenie right. And who else would know their weenie best? Gently, he began to stroke his stallionhood too. His pillow was a beautiful mare, nice and curved. He could see himself, fully erect. Wait no, that was in real life. But he had to finish anyway. It was his job. He had heard bad things about those that didn’t. Things like getting STDs and whatnot. He was starting to get the shivers, so he started to stroke faster with his hoof.
But he just couldn’t get back into it anymore. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Aw yeah baby stroke it!” he screamed.
Roleplay.
And then he could see it again, that beautiful mare, taking it into her mouth sensuously. The fluids began to spread all over, causing him to stroke even faster.
“Mmmh yeah, I like that baby,” he cooed to her.
Then he turned the pillow round and smothered his erect stallionhood. The mare turned around and showed the jewel. The crowning moment of a masterpiece. And then he shoved in. Back and forth.
“YEAH BABY YEAH,” he cheered.
And the pressure kept on building up. So he pumped faster and faster, sliding in and out. With one final stroke, white jizz splattered all over the pillow. He stared down at the pillow, then back up into the wall.
Did I just?
But the sight of his pillow there, covered in his jizz just made him turned on again. He sighed.
“Time for round two YEAH!” he declared, ready to go again after wondering what had gone wrong with his life.
This time, he was going to treat his pillow right. Finding his box of Kleenex, he began to wipe the cum off the pillow, all the while humming the beat of one of his tracks from his talented array of mixers to the pillow. Then he just ripped open the box and tissues went everywhere. For a moment, the world was a glimmering white, angels flying left and right.
“Swaggin’,” he said, watching the angels flit around for a bit. Then one of them landed.
With abandon, he began shoving his penis through the pillow again, inhibitions gone. Whatever had happened before, he was going to get satisfaction. In and out, in and out. He had mixed himself a steady rhythm.
“Let’s make some hot love for a couple of mins
Oh yeah pillow baby, let me fill you with my fapkins
We’ve already done the prep for round two
My penis’s ready to fill you with goo,” he shouted.
After that, he was too busy moaning to rap. In any case, he couldn’t find words for the indescribable pleasure he was feeling. Just a bit more, just a bit more and he could be home free. Clamping his hooves around the pillow, he squeezed harder than he had ever before, and continued pushing back and forth. With each stroke, he got harder and longer. And in a brief moment, he was spent.
He lay there, eyes glazed as he stared into the ceiling. It had been a very good day, one with a lover that he could reliably count on. Then he looked back at the stained pillow. Laying there for a good moment, he fantasized what other things he could do with it. He got up, and went down to the well, where he began to wash his pillow.
“Pillow, you treat my weenie just right,
Love making without too much might,” he cooed to the pillow.
With such a great experience, he was definitely going to try it again. The way his penis just fit the contortion made by the pillow, it had to be a match made in heaven. He had to do one last thing before he put the pillow away to dry.
“Pillow baby, I ain’t ever gonna leave you,” he said wistfully to the pillow.
Then he left it out to dry. As he turned his back and began to walk back, he could almost swear that he heard the pillow say something back. And it did.
“Baby, I love you too. I ain’t ever gonna leave you either.”
